Shout out to my first reviewer! This one is for you! So much for the slow burn... looks like there will be some heat or at least a twang of citrus .

Tap.

Tired eyes, reddened from exhaustion and tears snapped open for a short moment. They were struggling between this farce with the duvets and reality, her lids grew heavy before they were to shut as they focused on the feel of it. It, being swaddled… fully encompassed in warmth, and cowled in silks and cottons. Reality was soon long gone. Afterall, she wanted to stay there, completely embedded in comfort as their mind found one of its own… in the shape of him, the one to be desired.

Her thoughts trailed, taking a detour as she found herself longing for him. She hasn't seen him in a while… her days turning into weeks or so; she hadn't heard his voice, seen his smile neither had she felt his touch or tasted his lip. Her longing blistered, and flamed but her rational thoughts were there to snuff them out. She couldn't feel for him this way, it was much too soon and this urge she was harboring was not necessarily meant for him.

But she couldn't help it. She couldn't remember the last time she has felt a man.

Java orbs were revealed once she failed to find peace in her thoughts. Instead lied hunger. She wished that she could scrub her thoughts clean, but it appeared that she wouldn't have to as the rapping begun.

Tap.

Tap.

Annoyed, the girl with bountiful fiery curls shot out of bed. Her bloodshot eyes were carved into a sharp glare as she stormed towards her window. She then adjusted her crème curtains so that her raw umber eyes could peer in frustration. But it was all lost to her the second she recognized a wild head of ringlets and that was moments before her space was invaded by none other than the invader of her thoughts.

"What the hell?!" She shouted, rightfully dubious as reality seeped in, her feet fumbled when she fell back.

He was in her room.

And they were all alone.

"I thought you would miss me..." The teen with messy ebon tresses held a slight pout as he was greeted by her typical glare. "I guess I should go… this was stupid."

At the despondent tone alone, her glare thawed, melting completely when she prevented him from turning away without much of a thought.

"You're so dramatic!" Her smaller hand had grown taut as she fisted a handful of his coat, shakily in her desperation. "I never said that you can leave…"

"So then you do miss me?" Smoky pits of coal met her gleaming, cedar lakes and with burning hope he continued to hold her gaze, this time, in much higher spirits as he began to smile.

Kyori nodded, pulling him close. Close enough to smell his fresh cedar cologne, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from his skin, and close enough to feel his large, rock-hard body against her. He felt so good, it was to the point that she traced back to her bed with him in her clutches.

"Kyori?!" He squeaked with wide eyes that darted from her hungered gaze onto the door to her room and back. He thought he couldn't be any more stupefied until the girl pulled him in for a deep, sweltering kiss. She wrapped her legs around his waist, damn near trapping him as she overwhelmed his senses with her touch. But he managed to pull away. "What are you doing? You're going to get me killed!" He whispered harshly, not registering the fervor in her languid, chocolate gaze.

"Nobody's home," she blew out lowly then brought her sweet lips onto his neck, peppering kisses up and down to his shoulder. "And I missed you so much."

Now it was her hands that traveled down his body, her nails raking down his abdomen in anticipation as they fell to his belt. Kyori's heated fudge snapped up to meet his moonless gaze that finally gleamed with understanding. His body lowered while their eyes pierced each other, their lips only hairs way was beginning to frustrate her as he removed his top.

"Please Shisui, I… need you."

"Now?" He blew out lowly with a charming smirk before pecking her lips, reveling in the feel of her arms locking around his neck.

"Now."

Kyori shot up, sweating and panting profusely as her heart frantically paced, rattling her small frame. Her body felt like it was blistering hot and despite the autumn breeze drifting in, her top stuck to her torso like it was lathered in adhesive. All this because of Shisui. She couldn't even begin to understand where that would come from. Her and Shisui were taking it slow, and it was not something that bothered her entirely. Before he left, they decided to see where things would go and although they hadn't talked about it, she was hoping they wouldn't be friends that casually dated. She really liked Shisui, and she was having fun dating him too as he made every experience brand new. He was such a gentleman; he was an amazing listener, devilishly handsome, adorably dorkish, and he was great company.

But she had to admit that she was a little curious about taking things further… what would they be like if they weren't taking things slow? Would he still possess all those qualities and be able to cater to her needs? Or was this all an act to get into her denims?

Kyori let out a deep, self-loathing huff. It really was not the time. And she knew that she wouldn't have thought of him this way if it weren't for the Hedge being vulgar.

'Great. Making excuses cause you feel dirty!' the burgundette withheld a cringe. She could hardly believe she was scolding herself.

Curiosity was a given though. She was interested enough to wanna know what's beneath his clothes and that was normal for a girl her age. She could only imagine; when she closed her eyes, she could see his broad chest that fell into his narrowed waist, sculpted with care yet earned by athleticism. And that body—it would be all over her. Kyori bit back a moan.

Gods, he sounded sooo hot. And what made her want him more was that it felt kinda deviant since he was ultimately her friend; It was a guilty pleasure of hers.

She knew it was not the time to feel this way, but she hasn't felt intimacy in a long time. And although she respected both her and Shisui's decision to go slow, she really wondered if she could really hold out until the time was right. Kyori was beginning to feel frustrated and him being away hadn't helped. How were they ever going to get past this stage in their relationship when he wasn't around for there to be any advancements?

The lone Shimura almost divulged in shrieking when her baby brother deliberately knocked before storming into her room. She felt so bothered and hot that she held the covers up to her shoulders as though she was indecent.

"What do you want?" she wondered, sounding irate.

"Bad dream?" Sai mused as he studied her furrowed brows and stunned gaze along with the sweat, giving her a strange glow. At her dismissive snort, he dropped it. "The throwaway is here."

Kyori raised a brow. "Uhm… who?"

Her baby brother rolled his eyes. "Yamanaka-san."

The burgundette lunged her head onto her many pillows, groaning as it felt so inappropriate to be seeing him right about now. All she could really focus on was her stupid dream and her conflicted feelings, but she knew she couldn't cut things short with the Yamanaka; she had priorities.

"Tell him I'll be ready after a shower." She got up the moment Sai scampered out of her room. She then peeled the damp fabric from her being, her face screwing up with shame as she strolled towards her personal bathroom.

"What's taking her so long?" Fu eyed the smaller Shimura, the tween's gaze refused to falter despite how intimidating the Yamanaka was.

"She's in the shower," he stated evenly, his inky brow raised as he thought of something that would anger the Yamanaka. "Maybe she's thinking of her Uchiha boyfriend?"

"As if." Fu glared at the boy's suggestive tone. "She doesn't even like Uchiha like that. She's using him to get to me."

Sai blandly snorted, "You'd be surprised." The boy challenged the teen's glare, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned against the couch leg. "Tampon seems to really enjoy his company and his assets, equally if not more than what you had going on."

"What the hell?!" The Yamanaka felt his stomach churn. He looked away from the youngest Shimura. "You're just a kid you don't even know how to treat a lady."

"You're right I am a kid." He then placed his stale smile onto his lips, those large, dark eyes gleaming with mischief. "You've gone through puberty, so what's your excuse?"

Did that kid just insinuate that he, Fu Yamanaka was an incompetent partner that so happened to fall short in comparison to that Uchiha filth?

"I mean, why is it that Tampon doesn't want you? Perhaps she prefers Shisui-kun or you're most definitely lacking…"

This was just outrageous! First, he was an incompetent protector and now he couldn't even keep a girl satisfied?! Something had to give because he could accept being one out of the two, preferably the former if it meant he could make up for it this time around.

Sai allowed himself to chuckle at his brilliance. His endless eyes slightly widening when the fuming red-head stormed up the stairs, presumably to confront his big sister.

"Somebody really can't take a joke," he noted to himself as the older male disappeared from his sight. "Guess he's Tampon's problem now." He shrugged, now occupying himself with his forgotten canvas.

Meanwhile Fu managed to make his way up the stairs without enduring another Shimura verbally attacking his capabilities. Aside from the Shimuras, Kyori's home felt surprisingly welcoming and nostalgic as nothing of importance changed. It was like he never left, like they never fell out.

Fu walked over to her room, her door was slightly left agape. He had not heard the water running so he was sure she was no longer showering. And without shame, he gazed into her room and sighted her instantly.

There she was, the one that he couldn't seem to shake away from, she was struggling to cage her velvet mane into a bun. She was garbed in a navy blue, cropped spaghetti strap with baggy ash blond bottom, her pretty pedicured toes were out in the open along with her clavicle and the column of her delicate neck; she was as delectable as he remembered.

As if she had a sixth sense, she turned sharply. Her gaze sunk into the door before she snatched it open and glared up at the Yamanaka.

"Why the fuck are you standing there like some kinda pervert?!" The burgundette shot him a nasty glare as though she had not defended him a few hours ago. She really wasn't in the mood to play nice with him if he was going to be a creep. "You could've knocked."

Kyori allowed the red-head into her space, insisting that they sat near her desk and away from her bed.

"It looks different in here," he commented while his auburn brows furrowed at the lack of everything down to electronics, collectables, and even her abundant perfumes and snacks were nowhere to be seen. "Are you a minimalist all of a sudden? Where's your laptop?"

The Shimura tittered tastelessly. "Very funny. I'm not allowed to have anything that'll connect me with the outside world."

"Why?"

"Is that a real question?"

"Of course it is." His amused honeyed gaze met her annoyed fudge one as she crossed her arms over her chest. Kyori glared but knew the Yamanaka wouldn't budge. She knew that she would have to explain herself at some point. Even though Fu was horrible to her, she had hurt him too and he deserved some form of closure.

"Enough, let's focus on this project… maybe I'll answer your questions when all this is over." The Shimura then unloaded her bag, gathering a few pens, a binder and a notebook before she settled onto her bed while the redhead sat at her desk.

"Before we do that," he started, dismissing the assignment before him to hold her gaze. "I want to thank you for vindicating me. You really didn't have to. I appreciate it."

"It's not that deep." The girl's lip twisted with discomfort and her cheeks were set ablaze as a gentle smile formed on his face. It wasn't something he'd do often if not ever so Kyori knew that he was being sincere.

"And also, I need you to know that everything that I said earlier is true."

"Fu," The burgundette sighed. "Not to be a dick but it doesn't matter. I honestly prefer for things to be this way."

At that, Fu's brows furrowed. His heart slowed as this feeling of caving formed from his ribs to his stomach. "So when you came back you didn't want to get back together?"

Kyori ignored him, opting to get a start on their project.

"Is that what you're saying?" he insisted, but she kept her eyes on her note book. Just like she preferred the apart, she was preferring notes about pitching a business a lot more than being truthful. It was when he placed his hand over hers where he hijacked her attention as her bewildered carab met his hopeful medallion gaze. "Kyori did you not come back with hopes of being with me?"

She had, but for once he made it clear that she wasn't wanted. And now she was in the process of letting him go. Not too long ago she swore him off, but here he was attempting to caress her after bruising her.

Rich.

Kyori retracted her hand from his, withholding a sneer at the irony of it all. "That was months ago Fu. Things are better like this, it's peaceful now." From her peripheral she caught his dampened shoulders and the remnants of a scowl. Fu's sharp, caramel eyes dulled a bit as he avoided her guilty, fudge ones. "You don't have to sneak around anymore and I don't have to pimp myself out just to get with you." The burgundette eyed him, wondering if she should say what's on her mind. "Besides, I'm with Shisui now."

"But are you happy with him?" he blurted out, cursing himself internally when she shot a miffed scowl at him. At least he still knew how to piss her off. Fu always thought that her anger was an evident sign that she cared; he hope that hadn't changed. "He's been gone for a while, and I know you're the needy type so how happy can you be."

Kyori rolled her eyes at that. She knew Fu like the back of her hand and the shape of her nails, entirely. She wouldn't play his game as he intended of course.

"Right I'm as needy as I used to be except, it's not you that I'm needing," The burgundette admitted, unable to hide her bashful smile at the thought of the upbeat Uchiha. She really hoped that he would come back soon. "Now if that's all, can we get back to the project? I'd rather not hurt your ego."

"Please, like you would ever do that." Fu shook his head and a smirk nearly fell on his lips as if she was giving out an idle threat.

Kyori snorted. Fu was as cocky she remembered. She wondered if this was him being so sure of himself if not, out-right delusional. Eitherway, she could understand what drew her into him in the first place. He held himself with high regards, and her father always told her to surround herself with people she would hope to be… she used to be so lost, lost to the point she clung to a self-ass licker like Fu.

"You're ridiculous. You know I don't want you."

"If you were so sure, why do you have to make it a point?"

"Because you're delusional!"

Fu laughed, actually laughed. It was to the point that her frown and furrow brows dropped in astonishment as she opted for a brief smile.

"See, this is what I missed about you Kyori." Fu brought those heated honeyed eyes on her for a short moment before he burned them on his computer, muttering to himself. "Only you can make me smile."

But she heard him loud and clear. "Hey Fu." Biting her lip, Kyori wondered if it would be appropriate to engage further. She was supposed to be done with Fu both romantically, and physically. She wondered if that also meant forgoing having something platonic with him.

"What is it love?"

The burgundette shot him an admonishing look, but otherwise she continued on as though he didn't say that last part. "Maybe we could be-"

Bzzt. Bzzt.

The words died on her lips as his screen lit up, showing the ever unpleasant wicked girlfriend of his: Maki. She looked away while he shot text after text to the dark haired girl. The Shimura could tell just by how his shoulders squared up that they were not in a good place and she could understand why.

"I got to go soon." The auburn haired teen clinched his jaw in anger as he read the last text Maki sent him before shoving his phone into his jeans. He really wasn't in the mood to fight or be accused of anything. Instead he turned to Kyori, and felt lighter at the sight of her. "But please continue where you left off."

"It's nothing Fu," she uttered flatly. "We're cool because of this project, but we're not friends."

"Kyori I can handle Maki and we can just be friends. Like we used to," he offered gently, placing his hand on her exposed shoulder only for her to shrug him off. There she go, from warm to cold in an instant.

"Look, when this is over I will tell you anything you'd want to know but-" as much as she hated admitting this, she had to be honest-"we both know that we can't be friends without hurting other people." Java brown eyes met an understanding dijon hazel pair. "And I don't want that if it means I'll hurt Shisui."

"Alright."

Ochaaa here!

Interesting, Kyori is having wild thoughts about Shisui now! Fu was allowed to be alone with Kyori in the Shimura manner and there were no clothes to be flung about! Instead, she shot him down in favor of her situation with Shisui even going as far as placing boundaries where they were needed. We also got a snippet of Sai is being the oblivious yet awfully messy imp that he is! Along with a glimpse at Fu being miserable with Maki and hopeful about Kyori.

Anyways, what can possibly happen next? Will Shisui come back and expedite their dating process? Or will Fu and Kyori become more than cool as she's apart from Shisui? Will Sai finally get bopped upside his head for saying slick shit? Very Unlikely!

May we all find out later on, so make sure to favorite it, flame it, book it or keep it in your history (mobile users).